| When my hope is gone how can I carry on?
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| And if my faith is strong will You be the truth I’m hanging on?
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| Will You be my eyes when I cannot see?
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| Will You be my voice when I cannot speak?
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| Will You be my hands where I cannot reach?
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| Father, take what’s left of me
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| Will You take what’s left of me?
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| And if I fall away will You come rescue me?
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| And in my broken state will You be a light to guide my way?
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| Will You be my eyes when I cannot see?
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| Will You be my voice when I cannot speak?
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| Will You be my hands where I cannot reach?
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| Father, take what’s left of me
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| Will You take me back to that place again?
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| Where I know my Savior as my friend
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| Where You show me grace that has no end
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| Where I come alive within Your plan
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| Will you take me there?
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| Will You be my eyes when I cannot see?
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| Will You be my voice when I cannot speak?
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| Will You be my hands where I cannot reach?
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| Father, take what’s left of me
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| Take what’s left, take what’s left of me, oh Lord
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| Will You take, will You take what’s left?
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| Oh Lord, take me, take me
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| Will You take what’s left?
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| Take what’s left, oh Lord |